"Xunlou's explanation is right. The dawn definitely refers to the coming of Xusheng. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the ancestor of our women's poetry!"
"No man in the world would have thought that Fang Xusheng's fifteenth war poem handed down from generation to generation was actually written for us women!"
"This poem cannot form Baoguang, the ancestor of poetry, but it is definitely among the war poems. It is a kind of strange poem."
"With this poem, if the whole city is fleeing, the great scholar Chrysostom will give women like me more strength and save countless people. It is simply a saint's method."
Fang Yun said: "Don't be too happy too early. This "Ode to Women" can only be used by Hanlin, and it can only last for a few hours."
"A few hours are enough! At a critical moment, it is enough for us to kill some demons and barbarians!" Yang Xunlou said.
The other women nodded.
"Okay!" Fang Yun was quite pleased.
Yang Xunlou stared at the table in front of Fang Yun and said, "Your poem..."
"I'll write another one." Fang Yun smiled and rewrote "Ode to Women" and handed it to Yang Xunlou with his own hands. Yang Xunlou immediately had someone put it away and asked the best framer in Kongcheng to frame it and hang it. Inside the Women's Society.
Afterwards, Fang Yun continued to visit the farm.
As the sun set and it was almost dusk, thousands of women escorted Fang out of the house together.
Arriving at the smashed main entrance again, Fang Yun stopped.
The team of thousands of people stopped. The women thought that Fang Yun was going to turn around and say goodbye, but Fang Yun looked at the two broken door frames and remained silent for a long time.
There was silence in the farm, as if there were dark clouds hanging over it.
Fang Yun said: "When the gate was smashed, you must have resentment in your hearts, and you will also be thinking about making a comeback. If my prediction is correct, there should be some plaques or spare wood for building the gate in the warehouse of this farm, right?"
No one answered.
"I need an answer." Fang Yun's tone suddenly became harsh.
Many women dare not express their anger. Although Fang Yun looks young, if he really gets angry, even the king of a country will be frightened.
Yang Xunlou said: "There are indeed some unengraved plaques. After all, some rooms need to be hung with plaques."
"Bring the best one over here." Fang Yun said.
"Huh?" Yang Xunlou didn't understand Fang Yun's intention, and the other women were also a little confused. Such things happened many times today. I always felt that this Xusheng was very advanced in all aspects. Only after he personally explained the follow-up, everyone could understand will understand his intentions.
Su Xiaoxiao had been at Fang's house and had adapted to Fang Yun's speaking style, so she hurriedly said: "Go and get a big plaque."
When Su Xiaoxiao repeated it, some women vaguely realized a possibility, and their eyes shone with joy. But I was afraid of guessing wrong, so I suppressed the joy.
The women in charge of the warehouse left quickly, and not long after, five people returned carrying a black wooden plaque with gold patterns, all sweating profusely and breathing heavily.
Fang Yun took a closer look and found that the unengraved wooden plaque turned out to be precious ebony, with clear texture and fine workmanship. It was very heavy, no wonder they were so tired.
The four Jinshi walked over quickly, raised the ebony plaque, and walked towards Fang Yun.
These Jinshi didn't quite understand Fang Yun's intentions. If Fang Yun really wanted to write an inscription, he would leave it on the paper, and then a craftsman would rub the text onto the plaque.
"Stop." Fang Yun said.
The four Jinshi didn't know why and stopped where they were.
"Set up your position." Fang Yun said.
The four of them faced each other's luck. Hold the plaque upright, making small adjustments to the angle.
After a while, Fang Yun nodded. Said: "What I have seen today has benefited me a lot. The actions of the Women's Society are of great benefit to the present generation and will benefit the future. It has a great impact on the human race. If they die because of this, it will be a great loss to the human race. Today, I will do this for you." This place has its name corrected!”
As Fang Yun spoke, he opened his mouth slightly, a golden light flew out of his mouth, and the True Dragon Ancient Sword came to the plaque in the blink of an eye.
Fang Yun seemed to be back in the first hall of Hanlin, using the True Dragon Ancient Sword to carve words on the ebony plaque. He used a font that had never appeared in Shengyuan Continent. It was a font created by Yan Zhenqing, one of the four masters of regular script.
The ancient sword of the True Dragon is like a pen hanging in the air, a bamboo slip carving knife, a gold hook and a silver painting. It is powerful, masculine and solemn. Every stroke seems to carry a great mission, and every stroke seems to have experienced the baptism of time.
Not only that, a trace of the vitality of heaven and earth was introduced into the strokes using the ancient dragon sword as a medium. Under the influence of Fang Yun's talent and dragon energy, the carvings actually emitted a faint golden light.
The people present could only feel their eyes sinking into the strokes, completely attracted by the brand new font.
Not long after, the four words "Women Academy" appeared on the plaque.
Afterwards, Fang Yun wrote the signature below.
Finally, Fang Yun put away his rhetoric, and a brand new plaque appeared here.
Those few Jinshi were all lost in their thoughts, immersed in trying to figure out the world of new fonts.
The women present were also in a daze, not because of the new calligraphy font, but because of the four words Women's Academy.
As they watched, their eyes were filled with tears, and some older women even burst into tears, because some of them saw their good sisters captured by the ceremony hall and died violently.
The once-destroyed plaque has been rediscovered, and the four words that were once so talked about have reappeared in Shengyuan Continent!
The shrill cries of those women seemed to echo in my ears.
Even Yang Xunlou, who was always known for his strength, had red eyes at this moment, lowered his head, and gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.
"Fang Xusheng, you..." Yang Xunlou choked up and was speechless.
Fang Yun said slowly: "Today I will inform the Holy Court that I, Fang Yun, have opened an academy outside Kongcheng. It is a women's academy and only accepts women. The Women's Society is fully responsible for it."
"However, the academy was smashed once before, and those radical people may take the documents from the Hall of Ceremony and smash down the door again."
"They don't dare! The Xusheng calligraphy treasure can only be destroyed after two consecutive votes from the Holy Court and the saints. Even though it was rumored that I died in the Blood Light Realm a few days ago, the left prime minister's party only dared to block my handwritten couplets. I don't dare to destroy it. Anyone who dares to touch these four words will force me to cleanse the world of filth!" Fang Yun's voice was majestic and powerful, which inspired many women.
The Jinshi were shocked by Fang Yun's words and looked at each other, wondering why Fang Yun suddenly said such serious words.
Those women didn't know, but these private soldiers of Jinshi knew that even if he was targeting the leftist prime minister and his party, Fang Yun didn't say "cleanse the world of filth", but Fang Yun said it here, proving that he would not only protect the Academy of Women, but would even The fiercest counterattack.
The four Jinshi frowned and had no idea what Fang Yun's purpose was. They believed that Fang Yun sympathized with these women and that Fang Yun had justice in his heart, but they did not believe that Fang Yun did these things just because of sympathy and justice. There are other good reasons.
Holy courtyard.
As the center of the human race, the Holy Court is always busy day and night.
Suddenly, all the academicians and scholars were stunned for a moment, as if they had been immobilized for a moment, and then looked in the direction of Dongsheng Pavilion together.
In the Dongsheng Pavilion, there seemed to be fluctuations of holy power. The power was extremely small in perception, like a wisp of breeze, but that wisp of breeze could flatten the entire Holy Yuan Continent.
The fluctuation of holy power is fleeting.
All the bachelors and scholars were sweating profusely and their whole bodies were soaked to the skin.
Those with lower literary status looked at them in surprise, not knowing what was happening.
.(To be continued.)